Ultimate Fris Sesh, Brah

Remember playing ultimate Frisbee in college, shirtless on the quad, drinking beer from a Nalgene? (We didn’t have a “quad” where I went to school. I don’t even know what that means, but it sounds official.) The point is, you probably haven’t played ultimate in years. I hadn’t until a few weeks ago, pleasantly blunted at the beach and it was fantastic. You jog back and forth, throw and catch a plastic disc, then quit after 20 minutes when everybody’s out of breath because you’re not 19 anymore, except for that asshole who actually is 19. Who invited that show-off? The best part is, you exercised early, so later when you’re eating six weeks worth of calories, you can be like, “It’s all good, I exercised already.” Oh shit, and you just built up an appetite, so…